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  1. Run From Me (I'll Still Catch You) by

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    2026-03-19

    Shane exhaled sharply. "I want you to chase me through the woods." Ilya's fingers stilled in Shane's hair. "Like a race?" His voice was calm, but Shane could feel the way his chest tensed beneath his cheek. Shane shook his head. "No." The word came out breathless, half swallowed against Ilya's collarbone. or Shane proposes a fantasy and something about it hits too close to home for Ilya. How will they get past it?

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  2. nothing like the unforgiving truth by

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    2026-03-02

    “Aren't you gonna- you don't have questions? You're just…” Shane trails off when Ilya kisses the inside of his knee. “...fine with it?”

    “I have many questions,” Ilya drawls, cheek still pressed into Shane's leg. “I am fine? Mm, probably.” He quirks his lips in a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. “I will know for sure after we talk.”

    When Shane starts to sit up, Ilya lowers his legs onto the mattress and slinks up beside him. He hasn't taken off his sneakers yet. “I'm not gonna kill you, or anything, if you're worried.”

    “Comforting,” Ilya rumbles.

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    Or, Ilya finds out Shane's pre-game ritual involves murder.

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  3. Fluent in What We Never Named by

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    2026-02-28

    Shane blinked at Rose. "What," he asked, voice flattening. His fingers twitched against his glass, condensation dripping onto the tablecloth. The words didn't compute. A relationship dynamic sounded like something from a psychology textbook, not whatever chaotic, magnetic pull existed between him and Ilya. "What dynamic? Nothing like that is going on."

    Rose’s fingers froze against her glass. She studied Shane’s face. Watching the furrow between his brows, the way his jaw tensed like he was bracing for impact. He genuinely didn’t know. The realization hit her then. “Shane,” she said slowly, “you seriously don’t see it?”

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    Shane realizes that he and Ilya are in a very under negotiated D/s relationship

    Google doc of fic chapter 5 starts on page 72!

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  4. Vibrate by

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    2026-02-13

    One day, Shane will learn not to take the “you are scared.” bait from Ilya. Today is not that day. **** From Jane: I’m just saying it doesn’t sound real. Sounds like exaggerated porn stuff. From Lily: You don’t think I could make you cum with remote control vibrator in your ass. From Jane: Wearing one of those in public wouldn’t be a turn on, it would be too stressful. Can’t relax enough to get off if you’re worried about someone noticing or figuring it out or whatever. From Lily: Only one way to find out. From Jane: What, you’re gonna buy one of those things and have me wear it in public and try to make me cum? From Lily: Is okay. You are scared to try. From Jane: I’m not scared! From Lily: Prove it. It started out as a perfectly normal conversation. From Jane: You played a good game tonight. From Lily: Dumb boring text. Try again. From Jane: You would have scored at 4:26 in the third if you’d won the faceoff. You lost just under twenty four seconds chasing after the puck before getting it back, that gave the goalie time to adjust and prepare for you. From Lily: What the fuck. From Jane: Yeah, you should have just taken the original compliment. Ilya could practically see the dorky little smirk Shane would have on his stupid beautiful face after that last text, he knew Shane would be tickled fucking pink feeling like he’d gotten the last word in. No matter it was about the tamest of tame chirps, no matter that Shane showing off his IQ by analyzing Ilya’s play down to the second was really just proving that he watched Ilya play every time they weren’t playing against one another. Ilya knew Shane would be smirking maybe even grinning down at the phone feeling awfully proud of himself for getting so snarky and well, that was just unacceptable. From Lily: Here’s a different twenty four seconds for you to think about. The clip was right off of Ilya’s favorite porn site. Not that he spent much time looking at porn anymore, cos replaying the noises Shane made when they checked each other on the ice or closing his eyes and imagining Shane’s eyes closed with Ilya’s cock between his lips was more than enough to get Ilya up and finishing these days, but Ilya still had a favorite site and had a favorite few videos and the almost thirty second clip he’d saved on his phone a while back was exactly the perfect thing to disrupt Shane’s smug little bout of self satisfaction. It wasn’t anything overly explicit. It wasn’t even necessarily hot outside of the context of the whole video. Ilya sent it anyway, then added a cheeky ‘sound up’ reminder, and put his phone away to go take a shower. From Jane: Don’t send me amateur porn, that’s weird. It’s like engaging in someone’s kink without them knowing. From Jane: But I guess if they post it they consent to us watching it? Idk. Weird maybe. From Jane: Also, what is happening here? It’s a guy fully dressed in a suit in a crowded room. He’s hot, sure, but I don’t get it. From Jane: Wait, did he just cum? That’s an orgasm face. Did he just cum in public, why is he– From Jane: THE GUY FILMING HIM HAS A REMOTE FOR A VIBRATOR From Jane: DID THAT GUY JUST CUM FROM A VIBRATOR IN HIS ASS IN PUBLIC?! Ilya had a dozen different texts waiting for him when he got done with the shower and he grinned reading through them, watching Shane go from predictably huffy about the video to full on stunned by it. From Lily: Nice, right? From Jane: I mean. No. Cos I feel like it’s not real. From Lily: Not real? That is ugliest most brutal orgasm face ever, is definitely real. From Jane: Just seems like its exaggerated for porn or kink or whatever. It started out as a perfectly normal conversation, but it very quickly escalated the way things between them always tended to very quickly escalate. From Lily: What, you don’t think I could make you cum with remote control vibrator in your ass. From Jane: No. Definitely not. From Lily: ?? From Jane: Vibe pressure on prostate probably wouldn’t be enough to finish. From Lily: You never know until you try. From Jane: Plus wearing one of those in public wouldn’t be a turn on, it would be too stressful. Can’t relax enough to get off if you’re worried about someone noticing or figuring it out or whatever. From Jane: He was faking. Obviously. From Lily: Only one way to find out. From Jane: One way to find out what? Are you gonna buy one of those things and have me wear it in public and try to make me cum? From Lily: Is okay. You are scared to try. From Jane: I’m not scared! From Lily: Okay. Square up then. From Jane: Square up?! What does that mean?! From Lily: Prove it. Next week is fundraiser gala. You wear the vibrator, I’ll keep the remote.

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  5. Only You (Could Ruin Me Like This) by

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    2026-01-19

    That girl at the club meant nothing. Shane drunk-texting Ilya at 2 AM means everything.

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    A bandaid for my brain following the Club Scene in episode four.

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  6. Drastic Measures (go back to standing in the corner, Hollander) by

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    2026-01-07

    “What are you doing?” Hollander asks, even though he is well aware that he has caused an avalanche. “I'm going to show you what can happen to boys like you when they forget their underwear.” OR: Shane comes home drunk and says he was at a bar with a man who repeatedly hit on him. Ilya resorts to drastic measures. It is a late December evening. It is already completely dark outside, and the snow-covered road leading to the cottage seems to disappear into the darkness, unlit by any of the motion- activated lamps. The temperature outside has dropped by a good dozen degrees compared to what it felt like in the morning, and Ilya feel that his home is not any warmer. He is terribly cold, his numb hands are shaking uncontrollably, and his legs, wrapped in a blanket, seem to be shaking as he nervously looks out the window. For a Russian, he does not tolerate the Canadian winter very well and has already fallen ill in the second week, which has ruled him out of training and matches until he finishes his course of antibiotics. This is hopeless, because he feels fine, is not contagious, has not had a fever for several days, and yet he will have to stay at home for another four days. He tried to calm his nerves in various ways: he prepared lunch boxes for Shane, watched a replay of the match, played a silly game about hockey, on the cover of which he once accidentally found himself, tried to finish reading a book, but it didn't help. He was still distracted and, above all, terrified. It's almost midnight, Shane finished playing the home game, which he lost about four hours ago, but he still hasn't come back. Ilya had sent several threatening text messages and even more messages saying, where the fuck are you, hollander, finally ending with a desperate sweetheart, im worried, and had called dozens of times, but Shane still wasn't answering. Ilya wasn't the type of boyfriend to panic and call as soon as his beloved was late. He probably wouldn't have considered the delay to be anything terrible, had it not been for the events of the past: that nightmarish night when he found his mother, that one terrible match during which he stood paralysed on the ice, watching as the semi-conscious Hollander was carried away on a stretcher. In addition, Shane was never the party type who would go to a bar after a match, whether they won or lost. He only celebrated big wins, usually for an hour or two, sipping ginger ale, already planning his escape to his quiet home in the back of his mind. Ilya tries to rationalise that there was no accident during the match and that the situation with Irina Rozanov is not something that could happen again with Shane. At least, that is what he hopes. Despite everything, the fear remains, and that voice is louder than the rational part of Rozanov's mind. He could have had a car accident on the ice- and snow-covered streets. The man is about to call Yuna, or even the police, when the door opens and a flushed, laughing Shane bursts through the door. His cheeks are red from the cold, and his eyes are shining with joy, and although the weight lifts from Ilya's heart, he immediately notices that Shane is drunk as a skunk. "Ilyaaaa!" he shouts from the doorway, throwing himself into his arms. "I missed you!" The man returns the hug and all the fervent kisses that Shane begins to shower him with after a moment, but he knows that in the situation they find themselves in, he has to talk to the man. "You've been drinking." Ilya states rather than asks, looking at his red cheeks and glassy eyes, his distracted smile and exposed neck. "It's fucking December, where's your scarf?" Shane's enthusiasm wanes a little when he sees Ilya's reaction. "Are you angry?" he asks, lowering his head like a scolded child. "I'm angry that you didn't text me to say you'd be late. I was worried," he says, letting Shane hug him again, while trying to warm his numb hands and shoulders. "I swear, I was only at the bar with Wilson for a moment, I didn't drink much, you didn't need to worry," Shane assures him, as if alcohol was the cause of Ilya's concern. And although Rozanov had been more worried than angry until now, the name hit him like a slap in the face. The man had repeatedly tried to flirt with Shane, indiscreetly suggesting a meeting at his place, ignoring Ilya's existence, and once brazenly tried to kiss Shane in Ilya's presence, so, well, the man had a right to feel jealous. "With who, excuse me?" Ilya asks angrily. "With Wilson, you know, the hockey player from..." "I know who Wilson is. Did it ever occur to you for a single fucking second that he was trying to get you drunk in the hope that you would become easy?" Shane is still standing between the hallway and the sofa, his eyes wide open, now bewildered by the man's anger. He can't remember the last time, if ever, Ilya was so jealous and angry during their relationship.

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  7. If This Room Was Burning (I Wouldn't Even Notice) by

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    2025-12-31

    Ilya was all too glad to assume his Ottawan identity since it brought him closer to Shane and is a simpler pathway to citizenship, but he still loved to complain about slowly becoming a 'boring Canadian' like Shane. He insists they do at least one ‘exciting’ thing every week although he keeps changing his definition of what counts as ‘exciting enough.’ Sometimes (more often than not, really) it’s something sexual. Hence the whole ‘Shane wearing a vibrating plug that Ilya controls while at a public function’ thing. AKA the hottest thing to happen in Shane's entire fucking life.

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  8. you get me by

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    2025-12-10

    Shane loves yoga. It has always been an escape for him—an escape from his body and his mind. When a bunch of other NHL players interrupt him in a hotel gym during a conference, he is not surprised when they make fun of him, but he is surprised when Ilya asks him to teach them a few poses and they all go along with it. He gets to show off his flexibility, and it seems harmless enough to show off a little extra for Ilya, until-

    “Holy shit, Hollander, wait—can you suck your own cock?”

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